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Even though I did go grocery shopping the morning I got out of the hospital (spent the night), I wasn't that interested in posting or playing games. I needed lots of naps. I'd leave your comp at home, the stresses of making sure it was secure would be too much for me.

God hates shrimp http://www.godhatesshrimp.com/ I figure if you are going to be literal about the bible, then you have to take the whole bible. This was prompted this story today Preacher defends belief women can't teach men http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20060821/od_uk_nm/oukoe_uk_religion_wome NEW YORK (Reuters) - A U.S. Baptist preacher has publicly defended himself for firing a female Sunday School teacher after more than 50 years on the job because he believes the Bible bans women from teaching men. ... LaBouf and the church board sacked Mary Lambert, 81, earlier this month in a letter that cited the scriptural qualifications for Sunday School teachers, Lambert said. "They quote First Timothy Two, 11-14: A woman should learn in quietness and full submission. I do not permit a woman to teach or to have authority over a man, she must be silent," Lambert said, reading from the letter. "I was astonished," she said. "I would not go back and teach as long as this is their thinking."

Hurray! I'm just still sad that I'm not taking classes until my Cushing's is cured.

I think you can if they are truly unique and you are not trying to protect stringing 3 blue beads with a yellow bead or something similar. I haven't seen your work, so I can't speak to it. As always, your milage may vary, speak with a lawyer.

I've had years of tae kwon do, judo, akido, kendo, and some other weapons training... The best thing they have given me is Confidence!!!! I know exactly what to do if someone were to grab me, and because I know what to do, it makes it that much less likely that anything is going to happen to me. I don't *look* like a victim. Much easier to pick on someone les confident. Plus, with all this extra cortisol pumping through my body, if someone were to even think about attacking me, my hightened senses would pick it up and I'd launch a premtive strike, rip their arms off and beat them with the bloody stump.

According to my baby, "fat mammas love you better than skinny mammas."

Hi Lighter, ok, track track track. It will give your nutritionist something to work with. If, after meeting with her, and your menu still looks good, it's time to start demanding answers from your doctors. After my inital loss, which included mostly Water weight, I didn't lose anything for months. After about 8 months of not losing, I finally started demanding answers from my doctors. It is not normal, reasonable or right in any way shape or form to not lose on a low calorie diet. Turns out the band news is that I have Cushing's caused by a pituitary tumor. Good news is that it is curable.

ok, I just sent IM's to my DH and my son. DH is sitting 5 feet from me, and son is downstairs, almost directly below me. I thought it was normal behaviour? Ok, I ate bread, and Pasta and cheese and ice cream and fruity Rum drinks and more ice cream with hot fudge, and mac'n'cheese (the velveta shell pasta kind) and more pasta. I've had all my fill removed, and I ate all I wanted. I'm down 5 pounds this week.

I've had restless legs all my life, so does my mom. I've found that if I eat LOTS of broccoli it seems to help. Unfortunately, not even I can eat 8 servings of broccoli a day/night. I take extra folic acid supplements and that seems to help. My mother read an article in Prevention magazine about 800 years ago and they suggested extra folic acid as a possible treatment/cure. My entire bed gets destroyed when I sleep, On the nights I don't/can't sleep, I'm absolutely astounded that when my husband get up, he can just smooth down the covers on his side of the bed, and of course, mine hasn't been touched. When I sleep alone in a bed, everybody's side gets messed up! I've been taking Mirapex for about 3 years now and it really makes a huge difference in my restless legs. The difference is in getting to sleep, or being miserable until I drop from exhaustion. You see, for me, when it's bad, it isn't a case of wiggly legs, but flailing about like a woman possessed by demons. I'm sure I'd have been burned at the stake! When I'm feeling compelled to audition for the Rockets, I find it's just easier to get up and high step round the house until I can't move another muscle. (Usually only when I run out of the Mirapex.) If I lie on my tummy, I just do flutter kicks, like I'm swimming, then my husband kicks me out of bed. Not really, but I’m sure he wants to kick me out on night like that. Instead, I take pitty on the poor man, and go wiggle and vibrate in the kitchen until I’m ready to drop. Someone suggested heavy blankets to keep one's legs quite... what torture that would be for me! My ex-husband would get fed up with me and my legs and would try to physically restrain me... what torture. As far as I know, RLS and panic attacks have nothing to do with each other. To give you an idea of the difference between the two, consider these the following: RLS is sort of like that guy who sits next to you with his leg wiggly, and just won't stop wiggling it. Bouncing that knee, like there was an imaginary baby being entertained. Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, and wiggle. Panic attacks, on the other hand... AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! Impending DOOOOOMMMMMM and AHHHHHHHH!!!! Impending DOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!! Impending DOOOOOMMMMMM!! and AHHHHHHHH!!!!! KIDNAPPERS!!!!!!!! and AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! Impending DOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!! and AHHHHHHHH!!!! SPIDERS IN MY SHOE!!!!!!!!! and AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! and AHHHHHHHH!!!! MISSING BABIES!!!!!!!!! and Impending DOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!! and AHHHHHHHH!!!!!! DEATH !!!!!!! and AHHHHHHHH!!!!! Impending DOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!!! and LOOKOUT!!!! CAR CRASH!!!!!!!!!! and AHHHHHHHH!!!!! SPIDERS!!!! Impending DOOOOOMMMMMM!!!! and AHHHHHHHH!!!!! WATCH OUT!!!!!!!! and AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! DOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!! and AHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Impending DOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!! And DANGER!!!! DANGER!!!! DANGER!!!! DANGER!!!! DANGER!!!! DANGER!!!! But that's probably just me.

I've had restless legs all my life, so does my mom. I've found that if I eat LOTS of broccoli it seems to help. Unfortunately, not even I can eat 8 servings of broccoli a day/night. I take extra folic acid supplements and that seems to help. My mother read an article in Prevention magazine about 800 years ago and they suggested extra folic acid as a possible treatment/cure. My entire bed gets destroyed when I sleep, On the nights I don't/can't sleep, I'm absolutely astounded that when my husband get up, he can just smooth down the covers on his side of the bed, and of course, mine hasn't been touched. When I sleep alone in a bed, everybody's side gets messed up! I've been taking Mirapex for about 3 years now and it really makes a huge difference in my restless legs. The difference is in getting to sleep, or being miserable until I drop from exhaustion. You see, for me, when it's bad, it isn't a case of wiggly legs, but flailing about like a woman possessed by demons. I'm sure I'd have been burned at the stake! When I'm feeling compelled to audition for the Rockets, I find it's just easier to get up and high step round the house until I can't move another muscle. (Usually only when I run out of the Mirapex.) If I lie on my tummy, I just do flutter kicks, like I'm swimming, then my husband kicks me out of bed. Not really, but I’m sure he wants to kick me out on night like that. Instead, I take pitty on the poor man, and go wiggle and vibrate in the kitchen until I’m ready to drop. Someone suggested heavy blankets to keep one's legs quite... what torture that would be for me! My ex-husband would get fed up with me and my legs and would try to physically restrain me... what torture. As far as I know, RLS and panic attacks have nothing to do with each other. To give you an idea of the difference between the two, consider these the following: RLS is sort of like that guy who sits next to you with his leg wiggly, and just won't stop wiggling it. Bouncing that knee, like there was an imaginary baby being entertained. Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, and wiggle. Panic attacks, on the other hand... AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! Impending DOOOOOMMMMMM and AHHHHHHHH!!!! Impending DOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!! Impending DOOOOOMMMMMM!! and AHHHHHHHH!!!!! KIDNAPPERS!!!!!!!! and AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! Impending DOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!! and AHHHHHHHH!!!! SPIDERS IN MY SHOE!!!!!!!!! and AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! and AHHHHHHHH!!!! MISSING BABIES!!!!!!!!! and Impending DOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!! and AHHHHHHHH!!!!!! DEATH !!!!!!! and AHHHHHHHH!!!!! Impending DOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!!! and LOOKOUT!!!! CAR CRASH!!!!!!!!!! and AHHHHHHHH!!!!! SPIDERS!!!! Impending DOOOOOMMMMMM!!!! and AHHHHHHHH!!!!! WATCH OUT!!!!!!!! and AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! DOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!! and AHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Impending DOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!! And DANGER!!!! DANGER!!!! DANGER!!!! DANGER!!!! DANGER!!!! DANGER!!!! But that's probably just me.

Ok, I have to laugh, really really hard. I had all the fill removed from my band, because of the nausia I've been fighting, so I don't have the extra protection from over-eating. (the band is purely restrictive) I've been on a rip-roaring High and so I expected to be gaining weight. I also have been drinking Rum and light fruit beverages, becuase I wanna. I've also been eating ice cream and pasta. Yes, that's right, I've been eating pasta this week! Pasta and bread, everyday! :hungry: I'm down 5 pound this week. :cool:

Highs and Lows are so personal, and some of us find our Highs and Lows merge into one weird feeling. I'm lately finding Highs and Lows crossing over into each other. Right now I'm on an insane High. Wednesday I crashed hard and ended up in the ER with "profound weakness." Today I was doing yard work like a crazy woman, like a woman posessed. Moved one of my compost bins, sstarted to pressure wash the back of the house but the Husband took over because I was crying because I'm ... possesed. I have no idea why I'm driven to do yard work. I mean DRIVEN to do yard work when I'm on a High. I just put down two big bags of beauty bark in the back-yard, moved the compst, spent an hour killing blackberries, raking ... Mike gets mad because I keep over doing it. Well, mad isn't the right word, concered I think more. I explained to him that I don't know how to not over do. I don't know when to stop. I don't know when to stop because it changes from day to day, hour to hour. Sorry, I'm rambling again. I'm the amazing motor mouth, chatter chatter chatter. It's like that credit card commercial, where the guy has dug himself into deep deep debt, and he finally says "somebody please help me." I haven't figured out why I don't do this in the house. Clean the inside of the house, empty drawers and cupbards and closets. I don't know why I don't turn this energy inside. I don't know why I don't use this energy to pain and refinish furniture or texture walls or retile my bathroom or my kitchen.

Highs and Lows are so personal, and some of us find our Highs and Lows merge into one weird feeling. I'm lately finding Highs and Lows crossing over into each other. Right now I'm on an insane High. Wednesday I crashed hard and ended up in the ER with "profound weakness." Today I was doing yard work like a crazy woman, like a woman posessed. Moved one of my compost bins, sstarted to pressure wash the back of the house but the Husband took over because I was crying because I'm ... possesed. I have no idea why I'm driven to do yard work. I mean DRIVEN to do yard work when I'm on a High. I just put down two big bags of beauty bark in the back-yard, moved the compst, spent an hour killing blackberries, raking ... Mike gets mad because I keep over doing it. Well, mad isn't the right word, concered I think more. I explained to him that I don't know how to not over do. I don't know when to stop. I don't know when to stop because it changes from day to day, hour to hour. Sorry, I'm rambling again. I'm the amazing motor mouth, chatter chatter chatter. It's like that credit card commercial, where the guy has dug himself into deep deep debt, and he finally says "somebody please help me." I haven't figured out why I don't do this in the house. Clean the inside of the house, empty drawers and cupbards and closets. I don't know why I don't turn this energy inside. I don't know why I don't use this energy to pain and refinish furniture or texture walls or retile my bathroom or my kitchen.

Ok, thought I'd give you a status report, it seems that the pressure of the tumor has changed my eyesight for the better! This explains why I suddenly had an increase in my vision of 200 points. (old prescription was something like 460/20 and is now like 280/20. She'd never seen anything like that changing so fast, and getting better). so, I am still wainting on the neurology appointment, but the eye-doc definatly things there is a correlation with the tumor and my headaches...

Hi Julissa, I'm not Dr. C, but yes, stress will do that. Your doc gave you good advice. If you've had a fill, you might need an unfill. If you aren't filled, you will just need to stay on liquids and have a light dinner as your doc as recommended. Some folks respond to added stress by getting tighter, others find they get loser. I know that cortisol makes me much tighter. If you haven't had a fill, you might just have to lose weight before you find your band giving you more leway. Good luck, and keep us posted!

Well, liquids in, liquids out...

Thanks so much for posting this MoM. I made an appointment and will see the eye Doc tomorrow (on a Sat no less!). The neuro will take longer to get in to see. These headaches are getting to the point where I've thought about drilling a hole in my own head to let out the demons! Hopefully this will, if not be an answer, point in the direction of an answer. I've got a tumor, and this is "false tumor." But the extra pressure could very well be the key.

I don't know about brest cancer and the chemo, but I recently had a full untill because my Chushing's is making me nausious most of the time. I take the zofran and it helps more than the phenegren or the composine.

Congrats on your RNY PinkPanther. 40 pounds in 2 months is quite a lot of weight! (said not without a touch of envy) I sort of think your question about which WLS is the best for you is sort of like asking us what the best birth control method you should choose. Or what color you should paint your house, sort of. In the end, only you can really make this choice.

it really comes down to what you are comfortable with. The majority of this board will tell you to go with the Band. This is what we chose, so it is the best choice. (people are like that ) On the RNY boards, they will tell you that the RNY is the bost choice. This is such a personal choice. You need to weigh the pros and cons of each surgery and how they will personally affect you. I personally think the band is the best starting place because it is so much less invasive than any of the other techniques. Also, my Cushing's wasn't diasnosed until after I'd had the band. It would totally suck to have had something more drastic like RNY or DS to discover that I couldn't lose weight.

Yes, the cursed Labor Movement! Gave us such terrible things as weekends, health-insurance, minimum-wage, over-time, and all those other worker protection schemes that are designed to destroy our way of life....

oh Christina! I'm so very relieved and happy you are back in action! Hurray!

My DH's been banded for just over 3 years. He's lost just over 200 pounds and is still losing.

Oooh TOM! I like that, need to have both wings thing! Yeah, I think it's quite a shame that more people know all the dwarf names than the names of all the Justices. It seems to be that more people are interested American Idol than American politics. And as for communists, well, both sets of my grandparents were card carrying members of the American Communist Party. Both Grandfathers were very active in the Labor Movement in the 1930's.

Ok, I saw a new local Endocrinologist yesterday, mainly because I needed some local support, someone to locally help me interpret lab results and the like. I also wanted to see if he could help me come up with an action plan so I don't end up in the ER any more because I crash so Low. Well, he ordered yet more UFC tests because he didn't believe the other test results because they are too high, and I don't really "look Cushing's." Cushing's is a biomedical condition. No one says you don't have high bloodpressure because you don't "look like you have high-blood-pressure..." And no plan of action to keep me out of the ER either... ANYWAY... He decided that I need to lose weight (ya' think???:faint:) So, he wants me to do the Mediterranean Diet. I suppose that would be ok, but it seems to be very high in Carbs, which as a bandster, I have problems with on several levels, not the least being difficulty eating them :hungry:. But it calls for drinking wine, but I don't drink wine :clap2:, especially red wine, I just have never been able to develope the taste for it. But I thought I'd share, since it sure gave me a laugh. Ok, so yesterday it was more hysterical laughter, but laughter still...